Here's the next chapter and I know it's a helluva lot shorter than the norm, but oh well. I'd like to thank everyone that has read and reviewed, I am much too tired and frustrated to go through the list and thank individual people right now. Plus most of my attention is being focused on my fiancee. Enjoy.
Statue Room, 1st floor
Arklay Research Facility
"Spencer Manor"
1998, 24 July
Time Unknown
"Fine, just don't pair me with Scott for the rest of the night!" Chris says before he walks out of the room.
"Kinda hard to believe he'd be thinking of Scott dating Claire at a time like this." Richard says to himself as he slides two 12 gauge shells in to his Benelli M1014.
"Is everyone going to take his side!?" Chris asks angered by Richard comment.
"Scott, you should respect Chris' wishes on this. Claire is his only family left." Jill pipes up and stands next to Chris.
"It doesn't sound like a request, but more of an order. I only take orders from three people in this world; Captain Wesker, Captain Marini, and myself. Besides, Wesker is right. We should save this for when we get out of here." I say before I walk past Chris and Jill and re-enter the hall.
I stop as I hear a dripping sound and look to my right to see a small puddle of blood accumulating under one of the balconies. Sighing, I climb the staircase to the second floor and pass by the two hikers, Enrico, and Kenneth's body. Sighing as I continue, I reach out and open the doors ahead of me and enter onto the balcony above the Dining Room. I see only two zombies. Bringing up my handgun, I fire two shots, dropping both in heaps of decaying flesh and bone onto the floor. Checking the clip, I see three rounds left and one in the chamber. Sliding the clip back in, I continue on my way. If that fucker can't tell Claire what to do. Just like he can't tell me what to do. God, I can't wait to get out of here so I can take Claire on a date and really piss him off.
I open the door at the other end of the balcony and step through it hearing what I had expected to hear. More zombies. Carefully edging forward, I stop at a corner and peer around it. There was a zombie at a corner about 10 meters away and one on the other side of the railing, standing in front of two doors. One seemed to have a type of electronic lock that I have never seen before. Aiming my handgun at the nearest of the two, I squeeze the trigger and switch targets to the second zombie and fire another shot. Walking forward I hear Wesker's voice come over the radio on my belt.
"Scott, get back to the rest of the squad. Over."
I take the radio off my belt and depress the button to transmit a message back, "Negative Captain. Since this is gonna be my last mission with S.T.A.R.S. and it's already gone to hell, I'm doing this my way."
"This is not negotiable Bruhn, now get you ass back here!"
"Fuck that Albert! I'm doing this shit on my own and I'l let you know when it's clear. Bruhn out"
"Bru-" Wesker's voice is cut off as I turn the radio off.
Main Hall, 2nd Floor
Arklay Research Facility
"Spencer Estate"
1998, 24 July
Time Unknown
"Bruhn this is not negotiable. GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW!!!!!" Wesker shouts into the radio. "Bruhn? Bruhn!"
Wesker turns to Chris, anger evident in his voice. "You just had to bring up your sister, didn't you Redfield!"
"Sorry Captain, I just wan him to stay away from her." Chris says a little scared.
"WHO CARES! OU BRING THAT SHIT UP WHEN WE'RE NOT IN A MANSION INFESTED WITH THE UNDEAD AND OTHER CREATURES!!!!!!!!!!!" Wesker shouts in anger.
Chris cringes and bows his head, "I'm I'm sorry Captain."
"GO FIND HIM AND DRAG HIS ASS BACK HERE, EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO KNOECK HIS ASS OUT. DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THAT WITHOUT MAKING THIS SITUATION WORSE?!!!" Wesker's voice echoes through the hall as it falls silent.
Chris nods and walks toward the door that Scott had passed through earlier.
Outside Medical Room, 1st Floor
Arklay Research Facility
"Spencer Estate"
1998, 24 July
Time Unknown
"You caught me on the wrong day you undead fuck!" I say as I grab the zombies throat and and slam what was once a man against the wall next to a door. Grabbing my Ka-Bar, I put the point in the center of the zombies forehead and push with an immense amount of force, sending the blade into the cerebellum. Letting go of the both the knife and zombie's throat, I un-holster my sidearm and point it to a figure standing on the stairs staring at me.
"Whoa Scott, it's just me. Put that down." Chris tells me as he sticks his hands in the air.
"I think it would be best if you turned around and went back to the other S.T.A.R.S. before I do something incredibly stupid." I say still aiming at Chris.
"What are you gonna do? Sho-" Chris stopped as I pull the hammer back in my handgun.
"I'll give you five seconds to get back up those stairs and back to the others before I pull this trigger." I warn.
"You wouldn't shoot me."
"Five."
"Please you wouldn't cause it would hurt Claire too much"
"Four"
"You don't have the balls"
Click. Chris' eyes go wide as I pull the trigger only to have my gun dryfire.
"Get your ass back to the others before I reload and send a bullet through your skull." I tell him.
I eject the clip in my handgun and grab my last one and slide it in as Chris runs back up the stairs. Chambering round, I holster my handgun and reach down to pull my Ka-Bar out of the zombies skull.
Main Hall, 1st Floor
Arklay Research Facility
"Spencer Estate"
1998, 24 July
Time Unknown
Chris enters the hall and looks at the group, "I think I really pissed him off."
Wesker looks at Chris and raises an eyebrow, "Now why do you say that Redfield?"
"He tried to shoot me"
"WHAT?!?!" Everyone shouts.
"Yeah, but his gun was empty. He put his last clip in so I got my ass outta there before he did shoot me."
"I'm gonna go talk to him and try to calm him down." Richard says and starts to climb the stairs, but stops as the doors up top are thrown open and a zombie stumbles backwards out of them.
Then someone kicks it and knocks it into the railing. The person drop kicks it and sends it toppling over the railing, landing on it's head with a sick THUD. The brain matter slowly seeping through the shattered skull and staining the tile pink and crimson as it spread across the tile.
"Who the? Bruhn get your ass down here." Wesker shouts at me as I walk down the stairs, "you're going to obey my fucking orders or else we'l have a problem. Got that?"
"I told you Wesker, I'm doing this my way not yours, not theirs," I indicate the rest of the S.T.A.R.S., "my way. Thanks to Chris, I remembered the Marine in me."
"And you try to shoot me in return?" Chris asks.
"If you get in the way of my objectives or mission, I will shoot you. Right now my objectives are to find a way out of here while keeping as many of you alive as possible and kill any threat that may present itself." I say as I push past Wesker and continue on my way.
"I'm coming with you then. It's always nice to have someone watch your back and have a lil extra firepower" Richard says as he jogs and catches up to me.
I look back and nod at him before entering the door to the statue room leaving everyone looking shocked.
"What just happened?" Rebecca asks.
"I think Scott just took command of the situation." Barry says.
"If that's the case, I feel sorry for anything or anyone that gets in his way." Jill says.
"How would you know what he's like when he leads?" Rebecca asks.
Jill sighs then looks at the rest of the S.T.A.R.S. with glazed over eyes as she brought up the memory.
"Five years ago I was in Mogidishu, Somalia. I was new to the 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment Delta. It was my first deployment with the group. We were ambushed and pinned down, taking heavy casualties. We weren't supposed to go out into the city, but there were rumors of soldiers still out there after the events of October the third and October the fourth when two Black Hawk helicopters were shot down. It was considered a black op and we were told that rescue wasn't possible. We were fighting for about seven hours when we heard Scott's first transmission come over the radio. He was coming in with ten Marines to pull us out." Jill takes a quick breath before she continues.
"You should have seen him when he was shooting at the Somalis. He was a cold emotionless killer. He lost three Marines covering us while we got our wounded and dead ready to move. He sent five Marines to take point while he and the last Marine took up our six. We carried the dead, including theirs, back since we had run completely out of ammo except for our sidearms. But they had the situation under control pretty well, until we got to a humvee convoy. We were stopped and told to load the dead and wounded by a Colonel, but we were going to be left out there to find a way back for disobeying orders. What happened shocked everyone." Jill stops abruptly and looks deeply troubled by what she was remembering.
Barry looks at Jill and realizes what was troubling her, "He shot that Colonel, didn't he?"
Jill gulps and nods before looking up at them, "We loaded the dead and wounded. There wasn't enough room for the Marines and Scott told us they could hike it back to base. When we got back, we were asked what happened and why we went out. We answered the General and he nodded at us like we were school children that did something bad and learned our lesson. We waited three hours for Scott to get back so we could thank him and when he got back, we weren't surprised at the condition he was in. He was limping and had been shot through his kevlar, but he was still carrying a wounded soldier. None of those Marines came out unscathed. They were all bang up in some way. They couldn't even make it halfway across the pavement to the base before they all collapsed from their injuries." Jill finishes.
Another one down. Man, how many chapters til I'm outta this damned mansion? Really I have no clue soooo yea. Hope you enjoyed it and it may take me a while to update. My new semester just started, i just recently got engaged to the woman of my dreams, and i need to start training to join the Marines (I got a gut that i really need to get rid of). So expect one in roughly a month. I gotta quit rambling so much.